when i was
a kid
they taught

march
can come in
like a lion
and go out
like a lamb

although
the opposite
could be
true as well

but neither
lionsnorlambs
behave quite
the same as
the world
wobbles with
an adjusted
amount of
melted ice
while wiley
winter winds
her icy touch
a bit later
leaving march
a litter of
incontinent cats
drunkenlystumbling
through a cyclone

there is rain
on the forecast
all week long
and my formerly
frostbitten
soul thirsts
for rebirth